THE TEA DATE.

“pfff pfff pfff” Teni Smiled after squirting the scents in her inner thighs, she dropped the tiny perfume bottle on the bed after spraying almost half it’s content. She frowned and picked it up again, carefully putting it in the small bag on the bed. It was her special scent, for a rendezvous like this.

The word rendezvous made her scowl, where did it come from? She shook her head “This is not a rendezvous, it is a mere tea date” she said aloud as if to convince herself.

Then why was she wearing all these frilly lacy underthings? Especially the garter? Who wears one these days anyway?
Colour rose to her face as she thought of the frilly things hiding under her black dress.

She imagined him carefully removing them, one by one, painstakingly, as if he had all the time in the world.
She imagined herself stepping out of her tiny panties, too tiny to be given the title…
Her bra had a front clasp, with just a tug, her moderate tits would be free. Those were the most perfect part of her body, she knew. She wished she could show them more.

Now, the thoughts were doing things to her and if she was not careful, she would have to change her tiny panties and that would be so unfortunate! She bought just one.

“We are not having sex! It’s a tea date” she said aloud again and quickly reached behind to zip the black velvet dress with a bit of struggle.

Velvet. How she loved the fabric. She had always thought it sexier than silk, cool to touch and with a seductive feel.

She sat on the bed and slipped on her stilettoes, her phone rang just as she was fastening the second sandal. She reached for it, looked at it and the heat that gripped her was instantaneous. Some parts of her anatomy caught fire immediately and she had not even answered the phone.
He had this effect on her. Dangerous…

“Hello” she answered, barely above a whisper. She coughed to clear her throat.

“Where are you?” He asked and she knew she would be coughing and clearing her throat throughout the conversation.

“My room” she croaked, coughed and cleared her throat.
“Hmm”

He should not have said “Hmm” the tiny pant was definitely a goner, that ‘hmm’ was her undoing! she’d make do with the red pant, although it would mess up her color blocks!

“Are you dressed already?” He asked and she jumped, licked her lips and tried to clear her head.

“Yes yes, I am ready, just need to touch my face a lil bit and I’m done” Miracle!!! A full sentence and she coughed only twice.

“Do you need that?” He asked lightly
“What?” Her head wasn’t working
“Make up”
“Oh” but she did need some make up!

“I want your face bare… I like it bare, no colours between us. I want you like that, bare, naked…”

“What?” She croaked
“your face I mean” he said softly

She could swear he was smiling.
It dawned on her that she was the problem, not him. His words were innocent enough, they were talking about make up and she was thinking of the velvet and silks and garters on her body! He wanted her bare… Naked…

The pant was a goner, for real this time, she should not let it mess with her dressing too. She raised herself and with one swift move, pulled it off, sighed audibly as she dumped the wet material on the floor.

“What was that?” He asked
“I removed my pant”
“What?”
“I mean my trouser, my pants, pants trouser, I changed my mind on the outfit, since you want me naked, I mean my face, of course…”

“So you removed your…”
She could feel the frown in his voice
“The pant seemed a bit dressy if my face would be bare. So I’ll just do a black dress and come as naked as you want… That is, my face…”

She stopped blabbing. She had shot herself. She needed time to bleed out, then die.

There was silence.

Finally, laughter erupted from his end.
Deep, husky and sexy and sexy and sexy. She closed her eyes and let the sound make love to her. She almost began to touch herself but his voice stopped her.

“You’re something!” He said
She was silent.
“I’ll see you in a bit”
“Sure” she muttered.
“Can’t wait” he said huskily
“Me too” she croaked

She rolled her eyes as she ended the call. Eyeing the disposed panties on the floor.
“It’s just a tea date. Just a pantless harmless tea date.”

She muttered.

To be continued.

Written by Bose La’bos bamidele